She had adorable dimples in her cheeks, and loved gazing at magenta stars;
Like a spaceship in black pearl space, when halfway to glittering, red Mars.

Only eight years old, with pigtails, she still dreamed of being an astronaut;
Like a cool, ice blue comet, traversing space, with no chance of being caught!

Space had become her one great love, for she possessed a rich imagination;
And children would one day sing of her, when they were dancin' and playin.'

She adored all the nursery rhymes, but especially dancing games, of sparkle.
With a favored one chosen for a partner, like sunset chose moon of marvel.

Fruity factual fall frittered away petals, as friends frisked gold grasses, finally;
And they sometimes laughed and teased her, amidst crimson, falling frivolity.

Beloved family flattered vain birds, by wearing colorful feathers in their hats;
In the gilt age of apricot skies and blueiays, when they dropped by for chats.

She lived in the house of skylights, of electric, cherry stars winking anywhere;
Like the purple butterflies of eternal summer, seeming to float on the very air!

Silver dollar moon stood sentry on her street, until nudged by suddenly sun;
Then green birds awakened, singing, and happy strangers greeted everyone.

Their narrow, mysterious back door, was always open to noontide neighbors;
As narcoleptic sun turnt mellow yellow, and bees drowsed in honey chambers.

'Mango popsicle' blooms refreshed in sun, and 'starlette lilies' lit black nights.
Sweet 'amber glow' irises carried a torch for sunset, when colors are just right.

Orange 'sill bromeliads' gazed out the window, as 'silver splash' awaited rain;
And 'organ pipe' cacti played on Sundays, as 'purple velvet' covered all again.

She luckily owned a telescope, and one dusk, thought she saw a flying saucer,
Then next day told everyone she knew. None believed her. It caused laughter!

'Little Sally Walker
Sitting in a saucer.'

Not being believed caused tears,. It must have been a trick of clouds and light.
She would observe more closely in future. A scientist must strive to get it right!

Sally Walker grew up to be a dual legend, both in the glttery field of astronomy,
And as catalyst for a famed dancing game, like red butterfly breaks in monotony.

Akin to finding your best loved destiny, after years of searching and searching;
Or mother songbirds heeding closely, when pink plumed young are rehearsing!

'Rise Sally, Rise
Wipe your weeping eyes,
And put your hands on your hips
And let your backbone slip.
Aw, shake it to the east,
Aw, shake it to the west,
Aw shake it to the one
That you love the best.'